Cheng Liyue's eyes were dim and hazy, her blurred gaze latching onto someone's arm.,On the white carpet, Ling's clothes were strewn about. The air was thick with the lingering scent of recent passion.,Cheng Liyue winced and lowered her head, looking at the marks on her mouth that she didn't know when they appeared. Her mind was hazy and images of shame flickered through it, thinking it was a dream.。